Page 101 of Guarding Glenda

I pulled his face to mine, and he kissed me deeply. I pulled him deeper inside, wrapping my arms around him. I needed him closer.

He thrust hard but slow and rhythmically as we kissed. This wasn’t just amazing sex. We’d had that lots of times. This was different. More. It wasn’t just sensual, it was deeper. Our chemistry had been there all along, but this was binding our connection. I always thought it sounded cheesy when people said they became one, but that’s what this was.

He was mine, and I was his.

We kept going at the perfect, steady pace. My hips rocked with him as he drove himself deep inside. He had one hand on my hip, the other tucked under me, gripping my shoulder as he continued kissing me, thrusting over and over. Tickling warmth swept through my body.

Pressure built in my core and my fingers dug into his back. I mewled into his mouth as my channel pulsed around him.

He didn’t stop kissing me, but the kisses slowed and got sloppier as he grunted. After he took one last deep thrust, his cum filling me up, he finally pulled away and we both panted but didn’t move.

His forehead was against mine, and my eyes were closed.

On a ragged breath, he said, “Look at me, Glenda.”

I opened my eyes and his dark ones were looking back at me. He pulled back a few inches and my eyes adjusted.

“I love you. I want you to be mine.”

“I already am. I love you, Leigh.”

Epilogue

Glenda

A couple weeks had gone by. Things were as normal as they could be at the clubhouse, but we still had members at the house at all times.

But something about Leigh and I staying at our place made Bama finally realize it was time to go back to their house, too. The clubhouse had adjusted to having a kid around, but still, it was no place for her to live.

She needed her yard with her swing set. I was certain she would spend a lot of time at the clubhouse again once the pool opened back up, but for now, she needed normalcy and I was glad that they went home.

We all still spent a good deal of time at the clubhouse, though. The guys had been patrolling a lot and Leigh preferred I stayed at the clubhouse when he wasn’t home. I knew he trusted his brothers with me, so I believed it was him being overprotective. Especially after what happened with me and Linny, then the fact Allie and I decided to go against Hammer and ran into a building full of Scorpions. He had his hand full with me, for sure. But Hammer did finally let me go to the Church room and pay my respects to Ollie. With all the commotion, and my state of mind for a while there, I hadn’t asked– but when I was ready, he took me and Leigh and let me have a few moments with the urn. It was sad, and hard, but it gave me an extra sense of closure to say goodbye.

Therapy was going well. I hadn’t had any more episodes, but I knew I wasn’t done. It was hard to talk about some stuff because even though there was client privilege, some illegal things didn’t apply.

Leigh still drove me everywhere, but I rode on his bike. Dr. Stanley was happy with my progress but agreed we should give it a little more time before I drove or rode by myself.

It was nice to get out of the cage, though. I loved riding with him. I loved my bike, too, and hopefully soon I could take her for a ride. But there was something intimate about riding with Leigh. There was a trust between us both. And having wind therapy together was just another part of our connection.

He’d taken me to therapy on the bike, then we rode over to the clubhouse. He’d asked me to see if the doctor could see me later in the day because of his work schedule, and she was fine with that. We had to go back to the clubhouse, though, because he was going out with the guys again.

We went inside, and it was a full house. “Dang. It’s not even a weekend.” Then I panicked. “Wait, is there something going down tonight? I thought you were just patrolling?”

“No, it’s cool. But wait here. I gotta talk to Hammer.”

Trying to not spiral, I went to the bar as he walked off. “Hey love,” I said to Linny.

“Hey, how was the doc?” she asked.

Pinkie held up a bottle with a grin.

“Sure, thanks. It was good.” I took the beer and looked around. “Why is it so packed?”

“Is it packed?” Allie said from behind me.

My brow pinched as I turned. She shrugged and took a beer from Pinkie.

I had just been there earlier in the day but now everyone was acting weird. Sipping my beer and looking around, I felt like everyone was watching me.